It probably does, you just gotta learn how to do it.

"I wanna see fics for only my opt"

Go to either fandom tag or your ships tag, (if you're doing fandom tag you have to add your ship in the 'relationship' section),go to fliters (mobile) or the right hand side (desktop), go to the 'search within results' area and put in otp:true just like that click 'sort and filter' And it'll pull up all fics with just your otp.

"I wanna sort by _____ not 'Date updated'"

Go to 'filters' or right, theirs a drop down and you can change it to 'author' 'title' 'date posted' ect their are more options. Pick one, click 'sort and filter'

"I don't wanna see /reader"

Filter or Right, go to 'search within results' type in -/reader like that, click 'sort and filter'. No more /reader

"I don't want explicit works"

You know where we're going Right or filter. 'Exclude' section. 'Ratings' click the box that says 'explicit'

"Gregory had ten unclipped fingernails and nine unclipped toenails, as a 14-year-old he had had the greatest lung capacity in his entire biology glass, and his eyes were the colour of moon dust."

"They entered a building that had been constructed from 12,9050 calcium-silicate bricks."

Since I can’t plan anything out in my life and have way to much fun with hopping back and forth time-wise, this is (more or less) the chronological order of the story. The first thing I posted is bolded. [First meeting] [Getting to know each other through the years (1)] [Getting to know each other through the years (2)] [meeting another bear] [caring for each other] [Jaskier helping Geralt out with Quen] + [exploding shield] [not quite human] [helping someone]

The first winter spent at Kaer morhen: [Trying on some witcher gear] [Jaskiers cover getting blown + a talk with Lambert] [training with the wolves] [Geralt doesn’t want Jaskier to fight] [Jaskier has good balance] [Jaskier is flexible] [Jaskier is also very horny] [Jaskier has scars on his back] [Jaskier is buff] [broken ankle + bonus lamden] [boys being boys] - [aftermath] [getting a wolf school medallion] [meditation one] + [meditation two]  [Jaskier gets a hug] [spending the morning together (E)] pre-Ciri, but somewhat later: [Jaskier training with Aiden] [scrub-a-dub-dub, bear!Jaskier in the tub] [being messed up after a fight] [searching for the right armor (with Aiden)] [running over roofs] [bonus Lamden] after they got Ciri: [Jaskier fights, if you hurt his family] [going on a hunt to protect Ciri] [how does one become a witcher?] [teaching Ciri to fight] [Geralt gets weak in the knees] [fighting against a monster] + [Jaskier is hurt] + [Geralt finds them] + [witcher eyes] - [the one I love] [Jaskier can be adoreably creepy] [there is a bard loose on the continent (in charge of a child)] [splitting up and saying goodbye] [comforting Ciri] [traveling] [get away from Jaskiers cub] [Jaskier remembering the past] Wintering with the bears: [giving Ciri the prep talk] [meeting the bears] [training Ciri] [Ciri gets ill] [Jaskier gets hurt] [Ciri wants to be brave] [feeding them] [mending clothes] [protecting the cub - again]

… (tbc) [Jaskier wears his armor] [finding each other again -  a bamf family!] [Jaskier has a tattoo] [parting ways]

This kitten born and raised on a Turkish military base ‘marches’ with the soldiers! 

Fantasy Is A Metaphor For The Human Condition, a comic about magic, and art, and speculative fiction, and being sick, and how they all intersect. Originally laid out/pencilled November-December 2017, when I was in a very difficult place emotionally as I was relearning how to draw post-brain injury.

EXCUSE ME

You’ve got the Kitsune that can be anywhere from incomprehensibly evil and powerful to doting mothers and good wives, 

You’ve got the Huli Jing in China which were believed to be entirely female and needed male energy to survive, and did so by corrupting high-level politicians- and the Jiuweihu, the big girls that took to leading souls away from Dharma,

You’ve got the Gumiho in Korea, who just straight up eat people’s livers or steal their life force,

In Scandinavia, specifically Finland, fox spirits were believed to be the cause of Aurora Borealis, revontulet, the “fox fire”, as well as just usually messing with people, and then also the Brunnmigi for the Norse which poisoned water because fuck you,

The Celts also attributed them to be wily little bastards that existed to make fools of hunters and apparently that’s where the word “Shenanigan” came from, originally being sionnachuighim, “I play the fox” in irish gaelic,

In Europe you’ve got Reynard the asshole baron, 

and from what I’ve seen a lot of native american tribes also just consider them dicks on the level of coyotes 

it’s like every human that sees one of these

What is the Jaskier Mini Bang?

A collaborative event focused on Jaskier from the Netflix version of the Witcher!

Just like in most fandom bangs, the way it works is:

Creators sign up for the event

Writers come up with fic ideas and submit their ideas to the mods

Artists submit their list of preferred fics they’d like to contribute to

Writers and artists are matched up based on their preferences - every participant will have a partner to work with

The most fun part! Writers and artists collaborate to finish the fic and the associated artwork

For the purposes of this event, by art we don’t mean just digital or traditional illustrations - artists are also allowed to create sculptures, photo manips, music playlists, podfics and many other kinds of art.

A mini bang, in this case, means that the word count requirement for fanfiction is lower than in a typical big bang. To read up more about big bangs in general, you can go here!

What are the general rules and restrictions for all participants?

(to see specific requirements for writing and art in this event, scroll down)

All works created have to focus on the character of Jaskier from the Netflix version of the Witcher

While we want to place focus on Netflix!Jaskier, we do allow elements from other Witcher canons - such as Netflix!Jaskier in the game universe, or Netflix!Jaskier interacting with book versions of characters in Netflix!verse and other combinations. You are allowed to mix and match canons as you please, as long as Netflix!Jaskier is the focus of the work - hell, you want to include Dandelion as well? Or maybe you’d like to see Geralt from The Hexer interact with Netflix!Jaskier? Go wild!

Works focusing on ships are allowed, but in that case, the main ship in a work has to involve Jaskier; other ships are allowed, but they cannot be the focus of a work

We are also open to rarepairs! Keep in mind, though, that the rarer the ship, the lower the chances we’ll be able to pair you up with an artist who is enthusiastic about that ship

Works rated M or E (Mature, Explicit - according to AO3 rating system) and NSFW works will be allowed, but only participants aged 18+ will be able to create and collaborate on those. For works with ratings lower than M and containing no NSFW elements, there are no age requirements

Works containing graphic descriptions of violence, major character death, hard kink, incest or dubcon require prior mod approval before being allowed into the event. If you’re unsure about whether your idea will be allowed, reach out!

Works containing: underage relationships, RPF and noncon will not be allowed for this event

All works will need to be appropriately tagged

AUs are allowed!

Crossovers will be decided on a case to case basis, but a good rule of thumb is this: the focus of the work should be on the Witcher characters even if the setting of the work is from another medium. The work should not require extensive knowledge of a medium different than the Witcher

Writers are allowed to sign up as artists and vice versa! We do ask that anyone who signs up as both does not reveal the fic ideas and summaries before the claims list is available for artists

Full event schedule here

Frequently asked questions here

Writer requirements

Works written for the event have to have a minimum of 5k words. The suggested maximum is 10-12k words. Works longer than 12k words will be allowed in the event, but we strongly encourage writers to plan for a fic that can be finished during the duration of the event.

Fics created for the event must be new and not posted anywhere prior to the event, either in full or in parts

Writers should not discuss their event fic ideas publicly until the end of the claims period. Discussion of those fic ideas is allowed in the dedicated channels in our Discord server - join here!

Writers should not post their full fic until their assigned posting date. Writers are allowed to share small snippets after pairings are assigned

Fics do not have to be beta read, but we highly encourage it. Participants are allowed to use their own betas or they can look for betas in our Discord server. If you’re struggling to find a beta, reach out to a mod and we’ll do our best to help!

Writer sign ups open on 20 June 2022 and close on 4 July 2022 (23:59 CEST)!

Artist requirements

Artists are allowed to create a work in any medium, including:

Digital and traditional 2D art such as illustrations, comics and others

Digital and traditional 3D art such as sculptures, 3D models and others (as long as the artwork can be photographed or screenshotted and easily shared as an image file)

Gifsets

Photography, photosets and photo manips

Crafts (as long as they can be photographs and easily shared as an image file)

Playlists (event playlists should have at least 10 tracks and a cover)

Original music, songs

Podfics (for specific requirements regarding podfic, see below)

For any type of artistic medium not listed above - reach out to us and we’ll work with you to see if we can allow it for this event!

Artists are allowed to claim a maximum of 5 fics; unless they’re also signed up as a writer, in which case the maximum is 2 fics.

Artists are only guaranteed one assignment; any assignment after that depends on the number of participants and other factors - but we highly encourage artists to claim more than one fic!

Artists are required to create at least 1 finished artwork per assignment. There is no upper limit for how much artwork an artist can create per assignment.

Additional requirements for podfic

Podfics do not have to cover the entire fic that the artist is assigned to. The minimum required is a recording of 1k of the fic or the first finished chapter ready for the posting date - podficcers are free to podfic the rest of their assigned fic after the event.

We will have a different set of posting dates for fics with podfics to give podficcers additional time to record and edit before posting. We may also allow for podfics to be posted after the fic, on a case to case basis.

This girl who I vaguely knew from the coffee shop showed up one day and said she thought her mom had died that morning and I figured she was probably overreacting so I said I’d go check with her and it turns out her mom HAD died but we honestly weren’t sure when it had happened so I lifted her off the bed and attempted CPR and then ended up having to talk to cops and this poor girl’s family for HOURS as she called her dad and brothers and the cops wanted to know if the mom was on any medications or if she had been depressed and I was like “I have no idea, I had literally never met the lady and I don’t even know the family’s last name, the first ever full conversation I had with the daughter was this morning.” And apparently THAT was super suspicious or something.

So anyway that was a rough day and the next day I go into the coffee shop and the manager (who is basically never in) comes over and says “Debbie says you had a rough day yesterday.” And I was like “uh, yeah. It was pretty weird.” And then he was like “Debbie says that you handled it really well. And that you filled out an application to work here a couple weeks ago.” And I was like “I guess?” And he was like “Okay you can do a training shift today and you’re on your own tomorrow. We don’t normally hire people under 21 and we don’t normally hire regulars so don’t fuck up.” (I was 18)

So I started working at the cash-only coffee shop that was patronized exclusively by the weirdest people in town (who had all slept with each other, had no money, and had the most drama of any group I’ve ever been part of) and was used to launder money made by the owner’s cocaine sales for the local gang.

The first shift I worked alone was the next night and when I called the manager and told him one of the regulars had been chasing people out of the parking lot to sell meth the manager told me to ban him so I was like “Hey dude, manager says you’re banned” and he was like “You’re a fucking cunt and I’m going to wait until you’re alone and I’m gonna fucking kill you” and then he drove around the block about twenty times and screamed “cunt” out the window every time he passed by where I was cleaning the patio.

One of the regulars, who was a nearly-seven-foot-tall hacker and gunsmith who worked graveyard in Hollywood, waited around for me to finish closing and then offered to drive me home because otherwise I’d have to walk three miles alone and there was that whole “circling meth dealer” thing going on. I decided to take a chance on getting a ride from tall, dark, and scary and that paid off pretty well because it’s been fifteen years and I’ve been married to that tall weirdo since 2011.

Everyone who hung out at this coffee shop was in some way or another the weirdest person I’ve ever fucking met.

Like the evidence she presented for “I think my mom died this morning” was “She didn’t wave to me like she normally does when I was leaving the house and it didn’t strike me as odd until just now.”

Like that’s why I agreed to go check, I was really pretty sure she was just being paranoid and needed some mental health support not some “Oh god I’m sorry your mom did actually just die and I need to coach you through a 911 call and hold your hand while you tell your dad over the phone that his wife is dead” support.

But then again her mom had been dead for. A PRETTY LONG TIME. By the time I got there. Long enough for blood to pool on the lower part of her body, which I didn’t realize until after I’d moved her off the bed and attempted CPR because the room was very dark and also lined floor-to-ceiling with stacked newspapers and magazines so I didn’t really see what we were dealing with until the girl opened the curtains and I realized that her mom’s face was half green and purple with pooled blood. (I, uh, maybe sometimes still have nightmares about this because the whole thing was note-for-note like a scene out of Se7ev except for shit like her boyfriend and his roommates showing up to comfort her and also hauling along a cat carrier full of very pissed off cat which wasn’t like a scene from Se7en it was just an additional layer of surreality on an already very surreal day - said boyfriend also yelled at me for saying I was going to call another coffee shop regular to come get me because “this family doesn’t need this kind of chaos and attention right now” and I was like “you brought three people here and also I don’t have a car and I’m miles away from home so unless you’re calling me a cab I am getting THE FUCK out of here and this other coffee shop regular is the least likely to cause a scene”)

So there’s a very reasonable possibility that this girl was very, VERY aware that her mom was dead but needed to go get somebody to help her process this and understand that it was real because fuck it, I can see having a little bit of a mental break and needing to GET AWAY and get another, potentially saner, human to verify before I started really internalizing what had happened in that situation.

But still, I don’t know how long it takes for blood to settle in a body or what the sleeping arrangement was with mom and dad but daughter and I got to the house at around noon, she’d come to the coffee shop at around 10 (we had to spend a long time convincing her to call mom’s cell phone and the house phone and then convincing her to go check and she wouldn’t go alone so that’s why I went) so if mom died in the night I don’t know why nobody noticed until at least 10am.

This coffee shop was the only place I’ve ever had to come in and clean tampons off the ceiling.

At some point our coffee maker just stopped working so one of the shift leads brought in his grandma’s Mr. Coffee.

That same shift lead once randomly shut down the coffee shop all day because he needed help editing his chapbook because he’d gotten a contract with Crown Publishing. That same dude skipped out on paying rent for his apartment for like three months because every time the owner came by to ask him for his rent his answer was “Fuck you, I saved a baby” because he’d saved a baby from a fire. Eventually that was his answer to every criticism and it was still relentlessly charming until he became the night manager of a Denny’s and then it was just kind of sad.

My elementary school DARE officer came in at one point because of “suspicious activity” because cops were always coming in for suspicious activity to see if the regulars had left paraphernalia out because one time somebody literally left a three-foot-tall bong set up next to one of the potted plants on the patio. I was like “oh shit, you were the DARE officer at my school, sorry for smoking” and she was like “don’t worry about it, I’ve been an alcoholic since my girlfriend left me.”

I went to a school TWENTY FOUR MILES away from this coffee shop. This was a SMALL shop. In a stupid, shitty suburb that nobody goes to. This wasn’t a coffee shop that had ever been on California’s Gold or made the news or been featured in a “Best Coffee Shops You’ve Never Heard Of” article. So I’m at my school TWENTY FOUR MILES away, in a totally different county, and I mention to one of my classmates that I work at this coffee shop and he just goes “Holy shit, so you know where to get good drugs?” And I was kind of offended but he wasn’t wrong and I had actually blown a guy in the back seat of the Good Drug Dealer’s car. (Unrelated to drugs, it was basically pity oral) (and not that the Good Drug Dealer was a good guy compared to the shouty meth dealer, just that he was the one who sold the Good Drugs)

There were twelve WLW who hung out there regularly and we all had the worst lesbian sheep problem and somehow the fact that none of us could get our shit together and fuck each other did NOTHING to prevent the kind of “I’ve slept with all your exes” drama that you expect out of insular queer scenes which culminated in a confrontation that ended like six friendships. Turns out Debbie had told the manager about my adventure with the body because Debbie thought I was cute and that worked out well for me because I thought Debbie was cute and we made out, like, twice but her girlfriend lived with her literally less than a hundred yards away and wasn’t open to a poly arrangement so instead me and Debbie were just cuddle buddies and we’d nap in the lounge in the back of the shop where everyone else either fucked or did unimaginable amounts of blow.

When the coffee shop finally shut down the owners just told everyone that it was closing for four days for earthquake renovations and when we all met up to hang out in front of the shop the next day (because we were all fucking losers and had literally nothing else going on) we found out that the owners had changed the locks and thrown all the shit we’d left inside (CDs, a couple backpacks, paintings, ashtrays, board games) into the dumpster along with the broken coffee machine and they’d shattered every single bottle of torani syrup in the place on top of the pile. The only Chumbawamba album I’ve ever owned came out of that dumpster covered in butterscotch because fuck it, I wanted a souvenir and I wasn’t about to take Sheryl Crow.

Large Bastard and I did end up going to the shop (30 minutes away from his apartment where *everybody calling had interrupted us*) and the dad and brother were still there and being *loudly* threatening and everyone was extremely freaked out so we sat down and listened for a minute and Large Bastard was like “Guys, those are some pretty harsh words and you’re upsetting everyone. Knock it off” and the dad and brother were like “Fuck you that guy got our family member arrested, fuck you, you wanna fucking go?” and Large Bastard was like “Yeah, you’re upsetting the girl working, I think it would be better if you stepped outside with me” and he waited until they had passed him before he stood up and then he just stood in the doorway and blocked them from coming back in by virtue of *being as big as the entire doorway.*

And they were like “what the fuck, I thought you wanted to go!” but were also just realizing how fucking huge Large Bastard is and he very calmly crossed his arms and was like “I actually meant that you should go.” Apparently these dudes were not up for forcing a fistfight with an enormous grumpy man as much as they were up for outnumbering and cornering a scared regular-sized dude and they left.